On what seemed like an ordinary April first, our world was abruptly turned upside down by a phone call from our Area Director. At first, we couldn't help but laugh, dismissing his proposition to move from Russia to Greece to oversee nine Balkan co...

Living in Africa was an odd combination of the most exhausting, dangerous, and angering part of my life. Injustice, and lack of utilities, can do that to a girl. 

I once received a letter from one of my former freshmen as she started a part time job at an international tutoring program. She had just come across a journal she had kept for my class years before.  

My anxiety surfaced during a family council meeting a few days before we boarded a 17-hour train for our move across China. I then faced my 15-year-old's rebuke: “But, Mom, didn’t you say that you were willing to leave without knowing where we wer...